Nathaniel "Nate" Hargrove (n_hargrove) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-26 14:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | sin stone, ~nate hargrove |
Neeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrddddsss
Who: Nate and Sin
Where: Regan Library
When: Thursday Afternoon, January 20th
"Dude. Seriously, shut up. This IS reading. Mr. Kingsley said NOTHING about *what* we were gonna read. He just said 'go to the library and read something you've never read before, and write a report about what you learned from it'." Oh no... you could make Sin a blonde, and dress her in SLIGHTLY more normal clothing (in today's case, it was skinny jeans and sneakers with a tight Avengers tee), but apparently you couldn't take the loud, sometimes obnoxious goofball out of her. She sat in the library, looking at a fellow student, holding a graphic novel. "Is it my fault he didn't SPECIFY that it had to be a novel? Is it MY fault our library actually had a copy of The Death & Return of Superman? Which I've NEVER read?" Oh, for the love of... "Nope. Not at all. So go away and let me read all about Doomsday whooping up on this lame-ass version of the Justice League."
Nate was in the library working on his own assignment when he heard Sin's little rant. He couldn't help it but glance up and smirk at about... how IMPASSIONED she sounded. He suspected that the girl would likely have to do the assignment again, but she DID have a point. The teacher should have been more specific. Nate, himself, was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with the Batman symbol on it, his hair (as always) discheveled as if he'd just woken up and sporting a five o'clock shadow. He'd been up late last night and didn't get the chance to shave this morning. Did he look like a bit of a hobo? Sure. But it wasn't like he was there to impress anyone, or anything.
"Yo! Nate!" Sin called over to him, knowing a LITTLE about him from hearing him talk to his buddies, and knowing he's a comics geek. "What the hell was DC thinking here? THIS was the Justice League? Seriously? Booster Gold, Blue Beetle, Guy Gardner, and some black dude I've never even SEEN?"
"There's a quota!" He called back. "They have to have a token black guy SOMEwhere." Jesus. Only Sin could somehow manage to get one of the shyest guys in school to yell that, quite loudly, in the library, hm? He blushed as soon as he realized that that... was rather loud of him.
"If this was Superman's backup, no wonder his blue and red ass got killed." Sin huffed, closing the book. "And seriously, dude... sitting by yourself? It usually means you're either a cool, mysterious loner, or just lame. And you don't look mysterious enough to pull the first one off. So come sit with me and hang out or something. So neither of us look lame." Wow. As we've allll said before? Sometimes, you honestly got the impression Sin talked just to hear herself speak.
"I am comfortable in my lameness," he replied, before blinking, realizing what he'd said. Okay, so maybe being around her he was less... stuffy. Shut up. "But I wouldn't want YOU to look lame." He smirked faintly, collected his things and moved over to her before pointing out: "You're never going to finish your report if you've got me to distract you, you realize?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter. I'll probably BS my way through it anyway." She smirked, triumphantly. "Like Mr. Kingsley's ever read this? I can tell him Spider-Man shows up halfway through it and he'd believe it."
"That's... a good point," he replied, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "How IS IT that you're passing all of your classes?" He did wonder if she was smarter than she let on, sometimes.
"A very cunning mix of smarts, luck, and winging it." She said with hilarious honesty, shrugging. "It sure has nothing to do with my modelesque looks." She said with biting sarcasm.
Nate blushed then, although he was quick to hide it. "You've got a mouth on you, though. I'm sure that you could talk your way into and out of anything." That? Was sadly an attempt at a compliment.
"Dude. Totally. Before she graduated? One time my friend Catherine was late, and they were gonna write her up and give her detention, and I totally put on these fake tears and told them I had just gotten my first period and Catherine was late because she was getting me tampons." She smirked. "I guess since I look roughly 12 years old they didn't stop to think a 16 year old wouldn't JUST be getting her period."
While it might have been an awkward subject for most guys to hear a woman talk about, Nate just shrugged it off with a laugh. "I wish I could get away with that. My only excuse is 'Marty Haggerty punched me in the face'." He pointed to his nose. "He broke it once."
"God, that kid's a big bag of douche." Sin grumbled, shaking her head before smirking. "You know? There was a bully like him at my last school. He turned out to be gay. Not insinuating anything, JUST SAYING."
"Well, if that's his way of getting a date, I think he needs to re-think his approach... and also not attack straight guys," he added, since REALLY! STRAIGHT!
"Well, you COULD use the punch as an excuse though..." She said, trying not to smirk. "You know, 'oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Lazenby, the bridge of my nose is currently sticking into the front of my brain. I forgot where the room was'. BINGO."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a bad influence?" He asked with a laugh, realizing that he didn't really laugh when he was at school. He had a fuddy-duddy mentality when it came to his education.
"I am. I'm a horrible, awful person, clearly." Sin nodded, laughing with a shrug. "What can I say? I'm a freakin' nerd."
"Eh, I like it," he replied honestly. He didn't know HOW to talk to most girls, but with Sin, it was fairly easy. Probably because HE was a nerd as well, hrm?
"Sadly... this?" She said, tugging at her now blonde hair "is JUST about the most girlish I've ever looked. So yeah. Not gonna go winning any beauty pageants anytime soon."
"I wish you wouldn't say stuff like that," he grumbled at her, since, frankly? He thought that she was one of the most attractive girls at school.
"Naw. I'm not saying I'm ugly... I guess I'm cute in a goofy kinda way." Sin gave that wry grin she was so well known for. "But I know my limits. I'm never gonna be confused with like... the girls on the cheerleading team or something."
He nodded. "Well, I'm not exactly going to be confused for one of the jocks, either. ...A Hobbit, maybe, but not a jock." He smirked, clearly comfortable with who HE was, as well.
"A Hobbit? Please. You're way too hot to be a Hobbit." Sin blushed there, grumbling. "Yeeeeep. That one? Being struck from the record immediately."
"No, no. That's staying on record," he was quick to say. "It's not often that a woman OTHER than my mother says stuff like that." Now it was his turn to blush. "THAT can get struck out of the record, though."
"Make you a deal. We'll just... take those comments to our individual graves, ok?" Sin laughed, that snarky tone of hers oddly... charming. "And please... you're better off with your mother making those comments than me. This? Here? Is me trying to look pretty. Obviously working, as boys are just tripping over themselves to ask me out now."
"You ever consider that most of the male population at this school are blind idiots who are blind in the first place because they've been jerking off to porn a little too much?" Good God! Shush, boy! "...And this is why I don't talk to girls."
"It's ok. I feel like, somewhere in that vast wasteland of babble, was a legitimate compliment. So thanks. I think." She smirked, trying her damnedest to not blush. "Although, seriously, guy's opinion here: you've seen me before... do you think the blonde hair is nicer, or do you think it looked better when I was doing all the weird colors?"
"I think... you were more yourself with all the 'weird colors'," he admitted with a shrug. "That's just my opinion, though," he added. Ah, for once a less spazzy response. Good for you, Nate!
"And the clothes? I mean, the weird outfits weren't exactly making anyone notice me except as comic relief." She motioned to the more subdued, feminine outfit she had on now.
He looked down at the table, feeling a little shy for saying it, but: "I think the clothes and the hair are an expression of who you are. If you wanted to change for YOU I can get behind that. If you wanted to change to make OTHER PEOPLE comfortable around you, I just don't understand the logic."
"I don't know WHO it's for." She admitted, wondering how on earth she'd gotten into such a private, intimate discussion with someone she barely knew. "I mean, would it be nice to be seen as attractive for once? Yeah. Hell, I'm a senior, and most freshman girls have been hit on more than I have. But part of it IS for me, because I'm trying to prove to myself that I *can* be pretty."
"You should only have to look in the mirror to know that," Nate replied, frowning slightly at her and wondering where this low self-esteem had come from.
"I don't mean to be all Debbie Downer..." She said, rolling her eyes with a laugh. "I mean... have you SEEN the chicks I hang out with? Seriously? YOU try hanging with Catherine Baclanova, Buffy Summers, or Meredith Delany, and see how attractive YOU feel in comparison."
"Sadly, I don't think I could pull off some of the outfits that I've seen Meredith Delany in." Although Nate in drag? He was ALREADY getting ideas for Halloween, thank you very much. "And they're all very beautiful in their own way. Just like you are." As nerdy as he could be, he could come up with some real gems, huh?
"Wow, Nate. You're gonna make me feel all important. Even more so than I feel at lunchtime when I become the Twinkie Queen." See, Sin tended to deal twinkies in the caf like Tony Montana dealt cocaine.
"A title, I'm sure, that Chloe Van Warren was happy to pass on to you," he joked. "But all joking aside: You're beautiful just the way you are." ... Hrm, there should be a song about it, doncha think?
"...you think I'm beautiful?" She asked, suddenly looking like a deer in headlights. Hell, only Tierce had ever called her that... and the poetic way HE talked? He could have described a stop sign as beautiful. She'd never been called that by, well, a normal guy her age.
"Well, yeah..." Nate blinked at her, smiling awkwardly. "I'm not blind." Oh, but he definitely had a funny way with words around her though, didn't he?
"....wow." She said, as... holy SHIT. For once? Cynthia Stone was left SPEECHLESS. "I... ok, I officially have NO idea what to say. Trust me when I say you made my depression a LOT better." Not that she'd given anyone any indication she even WAS depressed...
She really hadn't, had she? He turned his chair around to face her then so that he could properly look at her without craning his neck all the time. "May I ask why... or is that a little Too Much Information to give to a guy you barely know?"
"This is gonna sound kinda stupid... but until recently, I was actually kind of engaged." She said, feeling weird even saying it. "I know, I know. Buut he was old-fashioned and... yeah. Anyway, it wasn't working and... we broke up. Meaning the only guy who ever actually made me feel attractive is gone."
Nate actually accepted that, believe it or not. "I'm sorry that that happened," he said to her, actually boldly (gasp!) reaching for one of her hands. "If it helps, I know a couple of guys on the drama team that know how to ... compliment better than I do. NOT that I'm offering that they date you, but they'll tell you within two seconds how gorgeous you are and suddenly the day will look a LOT brighter. ... Also. Just to reiterate. I'm not gay."
"You know? Suddenly, my day got bright enough." She said, actually blushing a little. "I never knew you even liked me, Nate..." She slapped him playfully on the shoulder there, "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
Wow. She was surprisingly strong for a girl, huh? He winced and comically rubbed his shoulder. "I just... always figured you were dating someone. Funny that," he teased, poking his tongue out at her.
"Smart-ass." She laughed, rolling her eyes at him. "I know we're not considered 'the cool kids' or anything, but how the hell are you single? You're sweet, AND in case you haven't noticed, you're kinda easy on the eyes."
"For the most part I tend to babble around girls," he admitted. "Or make awkward comments or just look... creepy, apparently. I just... tend not to have a verbal filter, sometimes. Which you might have noticed."
"Verbal filters are so overrated." She snickered, looking around with a conspiratorial look before whispering. "Trust me. I have a friend who once got so drunk at a wedding she called the groom an 'STD on legs'. So... I get that."
Nate laughed and shook his head, not expecting that in the *slightest*. "Well, now I feel a little bit less like a nerd... and I'm also very concerned about your circle of friends."
"I know, right? They're a bunch of effin' weirdos, I swear." And when SIN calls someone weird? Yeah. "So... did you wanna, I dunno, hang out sometime? Or something? I dunno, I suck at this stuff, for REAL."
"In case you haven't noticed?" He whispered conspiratorially, leaning forward in his seat with a cheeky grin. "So am I." Looks like he finally had some gumption here, huh? "But yeah, absolutely. Where do you like to spend your time?"
"Usually I just go to The Sugar Shack, or Avarice. Sometimes I go over to the comics store and geek out, but that's only when I actually have money." She smirked, kicking her feet up on the table. "What can I say... I have a total weakness for video game stuff, and the comics store has awesome Pokemon stuff. Shut up."
Oh... oh did Nate's lip just wibble then? "You're... messing with me, right? No WAY you're into all that." Yes, it was quite possible that he'd just met his Dream Girl.
"Yeah. Because I'm going to make stuff up about myself... and tell you I dig Pokemon." She stared at him comically, snickering. "Because nothing makes you sexier than admitting you keep a giant stuffed Pikachu on your bed."
He tapped a hand to his chest emphatically then, "Me, nerd. You (until recently), unattainable dream woman who likes Pokemon... and comics.... and video games." D'aw.
She gave a cheeky grin then, and actually leaned over and gave him a sweet little peck on the lips. "Pika Pika. Thank you for cheering me up, dude."
He blushed faintly. "You're welcome." And because he was such a nerd, he had to add: "...Gotta catch 'em all."